Consistency is Death
Uncertainty. Friend or foe?
Life. Friend or foe?
The most dead I've ever felt has been when I was under the illusion that life was certain, yet we strive to achieve this feeling.
We strive to achieve a lot of shit.
But you know what?
Shit stinks.
Why do we strive to achieve that which stinks?
We hate shit, yet we're drawn to it like flies to a flame.
Oso Blanco obviously knows all about this topic. At least he is not in denial of his obsession with the culo and what it can produce.
We are all drawn to it and hate ourselves for it in the morning.
Not to worry. The morning will always bring with it more shit.
Fortunately, we have the capability of laughing while our faces are covered in shit.
Dr. Theodore Carnage has awoken
Life. Friend or foe?
The most dead I've ever felt has been when I was under the illusion that life was certain, yet we strive to achieve this feeling.
We strive to achieve a lot of shit.
But you know what?
Shit stinks.
Why do we strive to achieve that which stinks?
We hate shit, yet we're drawn to it like flies to a flame.
Oso Blanco obviously knows all about this topic. At least he is not in denial of his obsession with the culo and what it can produce.
We are all drawn to it and hate ourselves for it in the morning.
Not to worry. The morning will always bring with it more shit.
Fortunately, we have the capability of laughing while our faces are covered in shit.
Dr. Theodore Carnage has awoken
posted by Iceman at 7:47 PM
2 Comments:
have you noticed how some people seemingly look happier with shit all over their faces?
Well said <0.
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